There wasn’t a sexy dress constantly riding up or four inch heels making my feet throb, there wasn’t a romantic dinner with candlelight and wine, or cocktails ’til the ball dropped at midnight.  There was no champagne and there were no strangers kissing in the dark shadows of the dance club.  But moments before 2010 made its appearance, Tony and I both felt Nia kick.  They were light little thumps rounded out with a few bigger thumps…she chose to let us feel her move for the first time by celebrating New Years Eve with us…and there was nowhere else I wanted to be.